The world twisted into madness.
The rift consumed them all.
The reason Elius kept asking him to join his party was to bring him here, where he wouldn't be watched by his father, Radiant Man.
Now, that they all met the condition, here they come!
Suddenly, a thunderous roar echoed through the hollow fabric of reality as Keith, Fraven, Shania, and Zhark were dragged into a space that bent not only time but logic itself.
They didn't fall. They didn't fly.
They spiraled.
A kaleidoscope tunnel erupted around them—fractals of color splitting and collapsing like endless shards of stained glass, forming and shattering in eternally recursive patterns.
The tunnel bled geometry.
Shapes came alive, symbols spoke, and somewhere within the maddening vortex, the laws of physics screeched and twisted into an unfamiliar tongue.
Time seemed to stutter forward, then backward, then sideways.
